Lin Shuyun's complexion changed abruptly.
What she was most upset about was the year Nan Jiaojiao came back and pushed her down the stairs, causing her to miscarry.
Lin Shuyun, being an elderly pregnant woman who had married into the Ye Family—a family that favored sons over daughters—was constantly subjected to the passive-aggressiveness of the first wife, Chen Nian, and even her sister-in-law, Ye Congjie, had adopted a son.
Although within her branch of the family she was her husband's favorite, this favor meant nothing without a son to secure her position.
Nan Jiaojiao had shattered her hopes, how could she not hate her.
"Don't worry, even if sister comes tonight, I have a way to keep her from causing a scene."
Lin Shuyun rubbed her forehead, "Forget it, let's not talk about her anymore. She's bad luck. I'm going upstairs to get some sleep. Call me when it's about time."
"Alright, go ahead."
